Driving to Thommo’s, Paul was glad he’d made the effort to apologise to Trevor. Sandy had been right, he wasn’t such a bad bloke once you got to know him. He had been surprised at Trevor’s knowledge of history, particularly the industrial revolution as it pertained to their part of Yorkshire.
He’d been in stitches by the end of their second drink. Trevor had told a very risqué story about a visit the church choir Trevor was a member of, had made to a song festival in Manchester. Trevor was such a keen observer of humanity, pointing out the quirks and oddities in his fellow man. Paul had actually been disappointed when their drinks were finished.
He’d offered to buy Trevor a third, saying he’d have something non-alcoholic as he was driving.
Trevor had let out a shrill girly laugh, making
